Disclaimer: This chapter will be really short, since I had little to no ideas on this part. The next chapter will be longer!
Purple kimono? The only person I knew who wore a purple kimono was Ryu. Why is he here?
"Who are you?"I asked.
"It's me, Ryu. Akira, open up!" replied Ryu.
I looked through the peephole to check if he was Ryu, and he was. I unlocked the door and let him inside, and he made his way to the living room with that rather large box of his.
"Make yourself at home," I told him.
He sat himself on the couch and placed the large box next to him, while I went and got us some tea. I placed the two cups of tea next to the box and sat down opposite of where Ryu did. He took a sip of tea, and with a serious tone he said: "Akira, our sources told us the rumor is real. Someone is targeting bocchan. We don't know when, but bocchan is in real danger."
"So, who is targeting Raku?"
"We don't know yet. We also got word that the assassin may make a move soon, but it's unreliable."
"Hmm, I understand Ryu. So, what's in the box?" I took a sip of tea, reminiscing today's encounter with Tsugumi. I pointed at the large box, "So, what's with the box?"
"Ah, the box," he shifted his gaze towards the box, "it's for you actually. The boss had this made especially for you." He stood up and took off the box's lid.
Inside the box rested a katana, black grip with four red diamonds on each side and a black sheath tied with a red knot.
"Why did the boss had this made? I already have one," I pointed at the katana that lay on the dining table and looked at him.
"Akira, this one is real. Made by professionals, the one you have is a fake," he smiled as he walked towards my katana.
"Fake? You gave me that katana yourself!" I shouted loudly.
He said nothing but continued to smile, picked up the katana and stood in front of me. He held my katana in front of me, gesturing me to take it.
"Unsheathe your katana, and cut the box lid in half," he pointed at the box lid that was resting against the wall, "you'll see that the katana is fake."
I stood up and unsheathed my katana, putting the sheath on the chair; I walked towards the box lid. I held the katana high, preparing to strike from the right.
I was in awe, as my katana could not cut the box lid. Instead, it crumpled the side of the box lid and sent it flying into my kitchen. Standing behind me, Ryu was smiling.
"See, it's a fake," he took the katana that was in the box and handed it to me, "we didn't want you to carry a real katana everywhere you go, afraid you might cut someone up out of sheer anger or something."
I took hold of the katana, but Ryu didn't let go of it.
"The boss decided you needed one, and had it made. The boss had you protect bocchan, and you couldn't protect him with a fake katana, can you?" After telling me the reason, he let go of the katana and turned his back to me. "Be sure to protect bocchan. The boss and I are depending on you, Akira."